Recent FictionThe Magician's House (part 2 of 2) 21 July 2008 "How much do you want to know about magic?" he said. He was nervous, watching me carefully like I might bolt. The Magician's House (part 1 of 2) 14 July 2008 The magician was a tall, spindly man with surprisingly thick hands and dark, graying hair. He folded into the chair like a marionette. To meet me, he wore black stretch pants, a silk pajama shirt, a burgundy cardigan, and decaying black flip-flops. If I had seen him on the street, I would have laughed, but in the oven-room he looked right at home, whereas I felt self-conscious in my khaki shorts and pre-faded T-shirt. I had even blow-dried my hair. For the first time, instead of feeling invisible in my prepster clothes, I felt exposed. 7 July 2008 "Gods with enough power to make unlikely things happen are free to make pronouncements about the future," the crane said. "If I happened to be wrong, I would have said something untrue, and that could be disastrous for me." 30 June 2008 After the world ended, Jimmy set up a roadside cafe in the median of I-95, just north of the Fallston exit. View nearly every story Strange Horizons has ever published in our Archive, thanks to the kindness of our authors who allow us to keep their material online. |